Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.